CulturalEvolution236
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I'm American and grew up poor. My girlfriend is Venezuelan and from an extremely dangerous city. We're both from violent places and really felt that fact in Buenos Aires. We plan on moving to Argentina and so we traveled to BA a few months ago. We stayed in a beautiful apartment in Palermo with AirBnB. The door was broken and the kitchen wasn't working. She joked in Spanish to my girlfriend that it didn't matter since she had a gringo to take her out every night. The comment was a little annoying then, but her attitude is why we were scammed: she thought I had money. She was growing marijuana on the roof and me and her joked about it through text. I guess I figured she was down-to-earth because of that.
After about a week, my girlfriend and I hear screaming from next door one night. It was horrific screaming. They were begging "Please! No! I love you!" It sounded like a murder happening. Instead of calling the police, I put a kitchen knife in my back pocket and went over. The neighbor was beating his kids (I don't know how culturally acceptable it is there). He is taken aback that I even went over. Once the knife fell out of my pocket, he was indignant and furious. I get the knife inside to make him know it's safe. The whole time he's standing there "How dare you? That is unacceptable! This is MY apartment! I have every right to discipline my kids! This is a civilized country! etc." My only concern at that point is the police and I try to calm the situation. Eventually it devolves into a screaming match between him and my girlfriend and we just shut the door. He never called the police.
Walking through the street the next day, I begin to feel like a black cloud. We're prepared for violence always. The people all around me seem so soft. I start wondering if he's right. Maybe we're violent people better suited to the slums of Brazil or Colombia. I feel like a monster or a savage among these people and can't wait to get back to Brazil.
When the time comes to finally leave, I can't wait to get away. Despite us paying a large cleaning fee, she was angry and disgusted that we didn't wash the sheets, make the bed or fold the towels that were drying.I figured that's why we paid a huge cleaning fee, but oh well. She told us we were dirty people and bid us farewell. I went without Wifi for almost two days. When I finally got it back in Sao Paolo, I was met with a stream of angry Whatsapp messages and an e-mail from AirBnB. They already took $200 for damages to the stove and door and were going to take more after investigating! In the end she claimed that we damaged every one of her cups and plates, the blinds, her sheets and blankets, her door, her shower and her stove. She was basically trying to remodel the apartment off of us. She put nothing in writing about the door or stove and we had no AirBnB history so they sided with her and attempted to charge us $450 for them. And if you're wondering if I mentioned the marijuana, I did and sent clear pictures. AirBnB insisted there was no cannabis on the property.
I know that's a bit long but I wanted to share it. I suppose the moral of the story is say "no" to vigilante justice and always leave your AirBnB spotless.
tl;dr: Confronted a child abuser with potential violence and felt like a violent savage in Buenos Aires. Upset the AirBnB host and was charged $450 for damages that existed when we got there.
After about a week, my girlfriend and I hear screaming from next door one night. It was horrific screaming. They were begging "Please! No! I love you!" It sounded like a murder happening. Instead of calling the police, I put a kitchen knife in my back pocket and went over. The neighbor was beating his kids (I don't know how culturally acceptable it is there). He is taken aback that I even went over. Once the knife fell out of my pocket, he was indignant and furious. I get the knife inside to make him know it's safe. The whole time he's standing there "How dare you? That is unacceptable! This is MY apartment! I have every right to discipline my kids! This is a civilized country! etc." My only concern at that point is the police and I try to calm the situation. Eventually it devolves into a screaming match between him and my girlfriend and we just shut the door. He never called the police.
Walking through the street the next day, I begin to feel like a black cloud. We're prepared for violence always. The people all around me seem so soft. I start wondering if he's right. Maybe we're violent people better suited to the slums of Brazil or Colombia. I feel like a monster or a savage among these people and can't wait to get back to Brazil.
When the time comes to finally leave, I can't wait to get away. Despite us paying a large cleaning fee, she was angry and disgusted that we didn't wash the sheets, make the bed or fold the towels that were drying.I figured that's why we paid a huge cleaning fee, but oh well. She told us we were dirty people and bid us farewell. I went without Wifi for almost two days. When I finally got it back in Sao Paolo, I was met with a stream of angry Whatsapp messages and an e-mail from AirBnB. They already took $200 for damages to the stove and door and were going to take more after investigating! In the end she claimed that we damaged every one of her cups and plates, the blinds, her sheets and blankets, her door, her shower and her stove. She was basically trying to remodel the apartment off of us. She put nothing in writing about the door or stove and we had no AirBnB history so they sided with her and attempted to charge us $450 for them. And if you're wondering if I mentioned the marijuana, I did and sent clear pictures. AirBnB insisted there was no cannabis on the property.
I know that's a bit long but I wanted to share it. I suppose the moral of the story is say "no" to vigilante justice and always leave your AirBnB spotless.
tl;dr: Confronted a child abuser with potential violence and felt like a violent savage in Buenos Aires. Upset the AirBnB host and was charged $450 for damages that existed when we got there.